[ Which is all he'd wanted, and he doesn't bother with a courtesy reply. He knows Dean wouldn't answer anyhow, so he gathers himself and takes a casual walk toward the docks. The ship - he'd heard about it from some people before - is there, but he has to wander a little further before he recognizes the outline of the other man.
He's quiet aside from the purposeful shift of weight on the boards beneath his feet; approaching Dean stealthily from behind would not end well for him. Castiel stops beside him, hands in his pockets. ]
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He's quiet aside from the purposeful shift of weight on the boards beneath his feet; approaching Dean stealthily from behind would not end well for him. Castiel stops beside him, hands in his pockets. ]
Exploring here doesn't seem wise.